Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.